( He listens to the message, and leaves it as it is, because he's said everything he knows how to say, and he think Hani has, too - in the way they say his names, in the way they drop the suffixes they always use.
He thinks he was wrong trying to book into Hani and Tylor's language and speak of love in those words when it's foreign on his tongue - so he can't and won't return it. His mistakes and stumblings are for Hani and Tylor's ears only.
But... he thinks he understands a little better how they mean it when they say it in the wake of the beat in his chest, and maybe they can understand him a little better too, even in his quiet he gives them in turn. Not indifference, not malice. But an intentional gesture, in substitution of speech.
Despite everything, he doesn't regret knowing them. )
text > phone
but they don’t want to say “it’s okay” or “you’re forgiven” or “you’re welcome.”
the only thing they want to say when they call him and leave a message is: ]
I love you, Morgan. Mithrun.
[ whispered with soft affection despite their sore throat, dropping all the honorifics for once.
that’s all. ]
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He thinks he was wrong trying to book into Hani and Tylor's language and speak of love in those words when it's foreign on his tongue - so he can't and won't return it. His mistakes and stumblings are for Hani and Tylor's ears only.
But... he thinks he understands a little better how they mean it when they say it in the wake of the beat in his chest, and maybe they can understand him a little better too, even in his quiet he gives them in turn. Not indifference, not malice. But an intentional gesture, in substitution of speech.
Despite everything, he doesn't regret knowing them. )